I live right on the route of the Mormon trail that was traveled on in 1846. In fact, there is a bridge about 2 hours south of me (Omaha) the is named after the Mormons, where they spent their winter quarters. When I was younger and read about the Mormon trail it seemed so long ago, yet, it was only a bit over 100 years before I was born in 1957.
I am not a member of The Church of Latter-day Saints, but I have a close friend that I dearly love that is. I have spent a lot of time in her home and among her church family. I feel it a privilege to get to visit her in the heart of what I jokingly call “Mecca”.
All of the members of the LDS church that I have met have been really good people, Who live under a solid value system.
My friend Stephanie once told me 20 years ago, her goal as a mom was to raise “great human beings”. She and Butch have done that very well, they are blessed with great kids, who married great spouses, and wonderful grandchildren.
I have really struggles lately with how long my road to health has been, and is still going to be. In my own personal “mormon trail” I am still in about Iowa, about 1/3 there. Yet those brave pioneers felt progress was being made even when they were in Iowa, and God used them all along the way.
It was a tough trip, and it took a pretty good chunk of time out of their lives to get there. Some didn’t make it, including their leader Joseph Smith. Some of my fellow weight loss buddies have not made it either. The Mormons suffered lots of persecution, and what we call now days Bullies. I know that feeling very well. Fat people get bullied everyday, and it’s not just the kids that are bullied.
It wasn’t easy, Some pushed hand carts to get there, not even getting to ride in that bumpy wagon! And I would bet the food I eat today on my food plan is a thousand times better than what they had to eat sometimes.
Yet, as long and hard as that trip was, they never lost site of the prize which they called Mecca…or um… Zion. They were driven to never stop until they got there. In fact, they really didn’t know where “there” was, they only knew it once they got there. But God whispered in there ear, and they listened. Trusting, and moving one foot in front of the other.
One more thing they did was depend on each other for survival, as I do you, and many others around me. They put their lives in each others hands, knowing someone always had their backs. I feel this kind of support as well. I never doubt for one moment that I will have to do this alone.
Once they arrived, the first thing they did was give thanks. Then, they shared their joy, and helped many more take that journey. And the journey was easier for the next group because the original pioneers told them what to expect. I have many mentors around me, that are teaching me what is ahead, and what worked for them. I know, as my journey to good health increase I will be so full of gratitude that I will spend the rest of my life helping other who have been in my situation. The Church of the Latter-Day Saints have over 85,000 Missionaries all over the world. They not only share their faith, but serve the communities they are in. I had some nice Missionary boys paint a shed for me years ago. I don’t care what faith you are, but one thing for sure, we can get a lot of inspiration from the history of the Mormons.
And like my Mormon friends, I will make a trail for others to follow.